QUADRANT 7 DISASTER - RP A collaboration RP by @AlinJack5671 and @Existance (mostly Ali though. :3) To join, just remix, remove the sprite, and fill in your character's info. Project bios are preferred, but if you really can't make a project bio, please let us know and we'll provide you a form for a comment bio. Character class types and human types are described below. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Human Types: - Regular Humans: Pure humans, with no additional modifications. Aren't controlled by the core in any way. - Augmented Humans: Only very rich people manage to become augmented, allowing themselves to effectively 'upgrade' themselves to be stronger, more intelligent, faster, so on. When the virus struck, many of them turned insane due to their augmentations being sustained by the core. - Cyborgs: Are usually just people who had limb replacements due to accidents that happened to them. Once again, due to their robotic parts being controlled by the core, they are thought to have split personalities. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Character classes: - Citizens: You are the residents of Quadrant 7, comprising the majority of the people there. Citizens are advised to remain calm and follow the orders of the enforcers and military sent in by the government. - Aid Worker: You were sent in by the government to help the wounded, and tend to the unstable. You must do everything in your power to protect the people of Quadrant 7, and lead them to the evacuation zones. - Enforcers: You've been sent by the government to keep the population calm and under control. Resolve disputes, and make sure you keep the citizens of Quadrant 7 safe, by leading them to one of the evacuation zones. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Studio at http://scratch.mit.edu/studios/338641/comments/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ STORY ====== In the far future, cities were replaced with far more effective quadrants. Each quadrant, at its centre, has a data core, which keeps control of all things, ranging from online banks to the traffic, the robots that take care of your children to your very own health. Each Quadrant's data core was worked on by the worlds greatest programmers, and is thought to be completely hacker-proof. Thanks to centralizing all our technology, traffic deaths have been reduced by almost 100%, parents have more time on their hands, and healthcare has been completely revolutionised. Our striving in technology has given humans the chance to physically upgrade themselves, and give people who have lost a limb to finally have a chance to be integrated back into society with new robotic limbs. This system has worked well for decades, until recently, when one of the seemingly hacker-proof data cores was hacked by an unknown person. A virus was placed in the central core of Quadrant 7, causing everything and everything controlled by the core to go haywire, malfunctioning and causing several casualties. Explosions were caused everywhere from traffic collisions, and falling floating cars that no longer had the ability to fly. People started developing the symptoms to unheard of diseases, some being killed by the system by being overdosed on the wrong medicine. The androids that looked after our children have turned rouge, killing anything, including each other on sight. Before long, the quadrant that once used to be under a steady routine fell into complete and utter anarchy. The Government has mobilised Aid Workers, Enforcers, and the Military to help the evacuation of Quadrant 7, and to assist the wounded and unstable. The president reminds the citizens to stay calm, and follow all orders given by the enforcers, aid workers, and military. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The song is 'Shadows' by Lindsey Sterling. Art by @Existance.
